They punch through lingering cold and snow,
carpets of blue wildflowers
disobedient daffodils
proclaiming dammit! We’re coming!
unfolding optimism
the greening time,
life on the high ground,
something new,
creatures of the sun,
Easter dresses with flowers,
even corpses with flowers
launching eternal mastery over death,
the soul unshackled,
escapes
smelling of lilacs,
joy in the morning,
the heavenly florist’s
kaleidoscope of colors
in generous abundance
homo sapiens don’t provide
the birthing time decreed for universal conception.
Copyright 2014 by Thomas Martin Sobottke
